ORANGE
Below is an excerpt written in my first year of graduate school about my older brother's biological father.
"Saturday evening, while I was on my way to a family dinner at my father’s house, J.R. called to let me know he had found the article and wanted to give it to me, could I meet him for brunch tomorrow? I insisted that I had all the means necessary to find the article on my own online, then he insisted that he give me the article, in person. I quickly realized that this was an excellent situation, he was reaching out to me instead of the other way around, and agreed to meet him at NONA the following day at noon.
While I was still unsure as to why it was so important that J.R. personally deliver this article, I spent the morning fantasizing about bottomless mimosas and shrimp and grits that would help me get through the awkward time spent with J.R. Soon after we sat down, he gave me the article and I began to flip through it. I skimmed it while he sat, uncharacteristically quiet. The article was all about how he was trying to make a difference in Norfolk and do something edgy and exciting and artistic. It was about how he was a political activist, and lived with Alice Cooper. It heralded J.R. as a sort of underground hero, something I would have never thought of him as. It was only then, when I looked up into his blue, perpetually watery silently pleading toward me that I realized..."